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Chapter 48: The Frail Wolf's Wish

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Ioana

"I would have a quaint cottage, with an orchid outside, bees and butterflies hovering over it, the shrill laughter of my children piercing through the air, filled with the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked bread."

Images popped up—a tiny girl, age five, running past me, platinum blonde twin braids dancing in the wind, weaving skillfully across the fields, a black-haired boy, similar to her age, hot on her trail.

Their figures backlit in golden light by the setting sun, I would walk out, a hand on my hip, the other supporting a bowl of dough, calling them in.

"That's the life I wish for. Calm, without stress. Just me and… my children," sidelining who the father could be.

My heart burned slightly. The spoon made a clink against the porcelain bowl. I had finished the soup without realizing it.

My cheeks faintly heated up in embarrassment. Hope he wouldn't think I'm a starving wolf, Vivian whispered how noble wolves never finished their meals, leaving a part. My etiquette had flo
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  • His Captive, His Mate, His Queen    Chapter 48: The Frail Wolf's Wish

    Ioana"I would have a quaint cottage, with an orchid outside, bees and butterflies hovering over it, the shrill laughter of my children piercing through the air, filled with the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked bread."Images popped up—a tiny girl, age five, running past me, platinum blonde twin braids dancing in the wind, weaving skillfully across the fields, a black-haired boy, similar to her age, hot on her trail.Their figures backlit in golden light by the setting sun, I would walk out, a hand on my hip, the other supporting a bowl of dough, calling them in."That's the life I wish for. Calm, without stress. Just me and… my children," sidelining who the father could be.My heart burned slightly. The spoon made a clink against the porcelain bowl. I had finished the soup without realizing it.My cheeks faintly heated up in embarrassment. Hope he wouldn't think I'm a starving wolf, Vivian whispered how noble wolves never finished their meals, leaving a part. My etiquette had flo

  • His Captive, His Mate, His Queen    Chapter 47: He Likes Flowers?!

    ~Ioana~It seems my words have really irked you; that wasn’t my intention. He stood up, went around the table, and came up to me, his head bent, eyes like liquid chocolate, towering over me, slowly enveloping me. It wrapped around my skin, inch by inch.It didn’t have the oppressive feeling like a predator staring at you, but like I was under a warmth, the good kind.He held onto the arm of my chair, the veins on his arm bulging out, softly pushing the chair forward, its cushion gently nudging me. "The soup is getting cold, Queen. Don’t you want to have a... taste?" He stared straight at me.My gaze flickered to the bowl of soup. It wasn’t as enticing as the food hastily made by the kitchen on a random night when I’m craving it, but I gulped and sat down, folding my hands over my lap, fingers curled uneasily.Wouldn't he be sad if I walked away just like that? I swept my gaze over everything again. He just made all these for me— that would be rude, right?He smiled, leaving the chair.

  • His Captive, His Mate, His Queen    Chapter 46: You're Not Happy

    ~Ioana~You know that one moment when you swore you'll never do something again in your life—like when you swore you'd never eat something only to gorge on it? Yes, because that's me right now.Deja vu flashed through my mind in a blink of an eye, judging me as I watched with blank eyes. Ramon shifted to the side, revealing a sight that left my heart thudding nervously."Queen… I prepared this for just the two of us," he said, his arm gesturing behind him.Behind him was a circular wooden table. It wasn't wide and magnificent like the ones I've gotten used to.Even the dishes that had steam curling, drifting off somewhere lazily, weren't exquisite—not in the slightest, but for some reason, it hit me right in the chest.It was homely. My lips opened and closed. I wanted to say something, but the words escaped my head. "Is this for us?" I managed to force out the words, incredulous. It was homely and inviting. The abandoned bell tower had become our sacred spot.Candles lined the table

  • His Captive, His Mate, His Queen    Chapter 45: Caught

    ~Ioana~From behind me, I could feel it—the slight curve of his lips, a ghost of a smile probably."I'm so happy…" he whispered against my skin.But I wasn’t. I shut my lips, remaining silent.His arm released my waist only to snake around my wrist. He pulled me backwards."Ramon, I know you must have passed through a lot this period…" commenting on his almost ragged looks. Ramon, who had always paid attention to his physical grooming, paused before continuing."And I know you must be exhausted…" my voice soft and gentle, trickling into his ears.We got closer to the entrance—my once silent piece of haven began to look like the gaping jaws of a python, its fangs glistening in the dark, just waiting for me to enter."Why don't we reschedule this meeting… maybe we can fix another time," urgency crept into my voice.But apparently, even that was a bad idea. He jerked suddenly, tugging harshly on my arm. A groan left my lips, crashing into his back."You want me to leave, don't you?" his

  • His Captive, His Mate, His Queen    Chapter 44: Don't Leave Me

    ~Ioana~"Ioana."The moment I saw him—ragged, his once neatly shaven beards now grown, fading away the immaturity on his face—his brown eyes stared at me so intensely, goosebumps sprouted all over my skin.I should have turned back and left the moment I saw him. I knew I should have, but for some reason, my feet stayed stuck, rooted to the floor."Ioana," he called out again, his voice low and magnetic. It stirred up memories, flashes of the past I never wanted to remember. How excited I was when I found out we were mates. I stayed up all night scribbling scrawls on the sand with trembling fingers. I stayed, eyes open, wide awake, tossing and turning as I waited for our next secret meeting. But all that was shattered that day.My fingers curled into fists by my side. "Why are you here?" I wanted it to come out as a sharp growl, but all that came out was a weak whisper."I—I wanted to see you…" he took a step forward, out of the shadows."But I didn't—don't have anything…" I hung by t

  • His Captive, His Mate, His Queen    Chapter 43: It's Too Late Too Regret

    ~Ramon~For the first time, I couldn't recognise the man seated before me. I shook my head, repulsion twisting my stomach into tangles. I wanted to throw up.But I managed to squeeze out, "Do you know what he wanted to use her for?"For the first time, my father averted his gaze, and that's how I knew it could never be something good.Yes, there was peace without her, but the price of that peace was bought with her suffering — it was too expensive."No, no," I shook my head. The world spun. I staggered backwards, holding onto the wall to steady myself. 'How would she have felt? Betrayed? Angry?' I couldn't imagine. The hollowness in my heart throbbed.Father stood up, his chair screeched backwards."Ramon, don't look at me like that. It was necessary at that point. Prince Radu gave us things in exchange for it.""You traded a wolf for gifts, Father. How do you sound so okay with that? Are her parents e

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